Chapter 6 Together Forever
Note:The point of the last chapter was to make sure Satine didnt get consumption, coz shes not going to die in my version!And now, to continue...
Satine lay in her bed months later, with a sleeping Christian lying peacefully beside her. She smiled to herself, and wrapped her arms round him. He strirred slightly in his sleep, and pulled her closer.
Gently she kissed his forehead, and snuggled down. She sighed happily. She was so lucky to have him. All that business at the Moulin Rouge with the Duke...it was all in the past. The show had ended their way, with Christian playing the sitar player. The Moulin Rouge had been closed down, but luckily everyone who worked there had found jobs in other clubs.
Except, of course, for Satine. She had moved back to London with Christian, her love. They were going to be together forever, her singing in clubs and little cafés, him writing his poetry. It would be a small existence, but at least they were together.
"Mm...morning" Christian said, and kissed her, as he woke up.
"Morning" she smiled back at him.
"What are you up to today, darling?" he asked her, and climbed out of bed.
"Well, I thought I'd go down to the pawn shop and sell some of my jewels and things, that I have from my days at the Moulin Rouge" she said, and also climbed out of bed.
"Are you sure?They must be precious to you, and remind you of all the fun you had" he said, as he pulled on trousers.
"Frankly, I'd rather get rid of them. I'd really rather forget about those days, and those men..." she sighed, and went into the bathroom to get washed. She could never fully understand how Christian could love her, with her past.
Christian sensed this, and as she came out of the bathroom he hugged her tightly, and told her:"You know Satine, it doesnt matter to me what happened in the past. We're together now, and I'll always love you. No matter what"
She smiled, and kissed him, relief filling her heart. "I know darling"
"Good. Well, I'd better be getting on with my writing"he said, and sat down at his typewriter.
Satine got dressed, and collected her jewels and things in a bag. "Alright then. I'll be a while, because I'm determined to get a good deal for these, and I've got to go and talk to Francis at the club about my performance tonight". She kissed him, and then exited with a loud "Bye!Love you!"
She walked briskly through the streets, pulling her coat tighter round her. The winters here were so harsh, compared to Paris's milder ones. The pawn shop wasnt far, and she reached it quickly, and entered inside.
She emerged 15 minutes later, very happy. She had managed to argue a great price with the owner for the jewels-it would do her and Christian very well. She hummed happily under her breath, and headed for the club.
It was quite a walk, and she hurried as she seen the little sign "The Bella". Quickly she dashed inside, and slammed the door shut behind her, grateful for the warmth.
"Satine!" he roared happily at her, and enveloped her into a bear hug. "You are good, si?"
"Yes, I am very happy in London!How are you finding it?" she asked him, and perched daintily on a bar stool.
He sat on one next to her, and poured her a drink. "Yes, yes, it is good. The women that come to perform, they are very beautiful. But none more beautiful than you, darling" he said, and kissed her cheek.
Satine giggled "You old charmer, you know I love Christian"
"Sadly, I must agree. Now, I take it you have come about your performance tonight?" he asked her.
"Yes, I have. How long will I be on for?"
"An hour, bella, if thats alright"
"Fabulous!Do you mind what songs I sing?"
"No, no. You know Satie can play anything on the piano"
"Of course, of course. Well, I thought I'd sing some slow, romantic ones- for Christian-and then ones that'll really get people up, and dancing!"
"Great, bella, great!This club is a little slow right now, but it'll pick up if you're the star!"
"The only Bohemian club in London...dont worry, it'll soon pick up. People here just arent used to change, not like Paris. Do you miss it?" she asked him.
He grunted. "Sometimes. I miss Zidler, and all the dancing girls...so many unfriendly people here"
Satine stood up, and pecked him on the cheek. "Dont worry about it. People will soon start to come, in their masses. You'll make a fortune"
He also stood up, and gave her another hug. "I hope, I hope. So, you'll be here at, say...eight?"
"Perfect. I'll see you then" she said, and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Farewell, bella. See you then" he said, and held the door open for her.
"Goodbye!" she waved to him, and set off for home.
Note:The point of the last chapter was to make sure Satine didnt get consumption, coz shes not going to die in my version!And now, to continue...
Satine lay in her bed months later, with a sleeping Christian lying peacefully beside her. She smiled to herself, and wrapped her arms round him. He strirred slightly in his sleep, and pulled her closer.
Gently she kissed his forehead, and snuggled down. She sighed happily. She was so lucky to have him. All that business at the Moulin Rouge with the Duke...it was all in the past. The show had ended their way, with Christian playing the sitar player. The Moulin Rouge had been closed down, but luckily everyone who worked there had found jobs in other clubs.
Except, of course, for Satine. She had moved back to London with Christian, her love. They were going to be together forever, her singing in clubs and little cafés, him writing his poetry. It would be a small existence, but at least they were together.
"Mm...morning" Christian said, and kissed her, as he woke up.
"Morning" she smiled back at him.
"What are you up to today, darling?" he asked her, and climbed out of bed.
"Well, I thought I'd go down to the pawn shop and sell some of my jewels and things, that I have from my days at the Moulin Rouge" she said, and also climbed out of bed.
"Are you sure?They must be precious to you, and remind you of all the fun you had" he said, as he pulled on trousers.
"Frankly, I'd rather get rid of them. I'd really rather forget about those days, and those men..." she sighed, and went into the bathroom to get washed. She could never fully understand how Christian could love her, with her past.
Christian sensed this, and as she came out of the bathroom he hugged her tightly, and told her:"You know Satine, it doesnt matter to me what happened in the past. We're together now, and I'll always love you. No matter what"
She smiled, and kissed him, relief filling her heart. "I know darling"
"Good. Well, I'd better be getting on with my writing"he said, and sat down at his typewriter.
Satine got dressed, and collected her jewels and things in a bag. "Alright then. I'll be a while, because I'm determined to get a good deal for these, and I've got to go and talk to Francis at the club about my performance tonight". She kissed him, and then exited with a loud "Bye!Love you!"
She walked briskly through the streets, pulling her coat tighter round her. The winters here were so harsh, compared to Paris's milder ones. The pawn shop wasnt far, and she reached it quickly, and entered inside.
She emerged 15 minutes later, very happy. She had managed to argue a great price with the owner for the jewels-it would do her and Christian very well. She hummed happily under her breath, and headed for the club.
It was quite a walk, and she hurried as she seen the little sign "The Bella". Quickly she dashed inside, and slammed the door shut behind her, grateful for the warmth.
"Satine!" he roared happily at her, and enveloped her into a bear hug. "You are good, si?"
"Yes, I am very happy in London!How are you finding it?" she asked him, and perched daintily on a bar stool.
He sat on one next to her, and poured her a drink. "Yes, yes, it is good. The women that come to perform, they are very beautiful. But none more beautiful than you, darling" he said, and kissed her cheek.
Satine giggled "You old charmer, you know I love Christian"
"Sadly, I must agree. Now, I take it you have come about your performance tonight?" he asked her.
"Yes, I have. How long will I be on for?"
"An hour, bella, if thats alright"
"Fabulous!Do you mind what songs I sing?"
"No, no. You know Satie can play anything on the piano"
"Of course, of course. Well, I thought I'd sing some slow, romantic ones- for Christian-and then ones that'll really get people up, and dancing!"
"Great, bella, great!This club is a little slow right now, but it'll pick up if you're the star!"
"The only Bohemian club in London...dont worry, it'll soon pick up. People here just arent used to change, not like Paris. Do you miss it?" she asked him.
He grunted. "Sometimes. I miss Zidler, and all the dancing girls...so many unfriendly people here"
Satine stood up, and pecked him on the cheek. "Dont worry about it. People will soon start to come, in their masses. You'll make a fortune"
He also stood up, and gave her another hug. "I hope, I hope. So, you'll be here at, say...eight?"
"Perfect. I'll see you then" she said, and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Farewell, bella. See you then" he said, and held the door open for her.
"Goodbye!" she waved to him, and set off for home.